Harold Lamb,
The Snow Driver — IX.—The Rendezvous
(1925)
“ Newborrow flushed, and fingered the clasp of his cloak. “I dare what any man dare, but in this unknown part of the world we face no human foes. Whither passed Sir Hugh? What of the good men and true he had with him? Whence came this grave?” He pointed through the gray vista of the enclosure to the rough wooden cross. “Whither fared the humans who were in this Wardhouse none so long before our coming? We saw no boat put off from the island.” ”
